Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.